Remnants of a Dragon

by KhaosKhan

Waking up, alone, in a humanoid body and with the Flower sprouting, from his right eye, Mikhail fights to find a purpose, in the new world called Remnant. Will he be devoured by the darkness growing in him or will he be finally be free, from this eternal circle, that bound him to the world for all time? MikhailxRuby

11. Chapter 11

Chapter 11

(Not) My Home

XXX

I dream of Chaos, light and dark, I dream of destruction, which could not being sealed away, I dream of a world which fades away.

To sing my lullaby, is my only wish.

Make my dream come true, make my hope real.

Only then you're a free from the demise, which haunts you.

Make us whole, wish to become something more.

Become a King!

A King of Beasts, that leads our children to the promised victory!

XXX

I dream of a sea of blood, floating with the corpses of woeful creatures who never lack to see their own weakness and errors.

I seek the truth in a world full of lies, which infected me with its insanity.

I hate and love, love and hate, but yet I don't know what.

I am truly a beast or…..

I wish to devour this entire world….

I wish to save it….

I adore/despise this world.

XXX

Inn of the Dragon

"MIKHAIL!"

The moment he entered the main inn of Kusanagi, he was already greeted by the many guests who had been sitting, drinking and merrily chatting.

Mikhail made a bee line towards the counter, while shaking hands, hammering fist and some kisses from female….and some males…..

Arriving there, he was greeted by a rather tall woman, with hazel hair tied into ponytail. The woman was already in her middle-age, with blue eyes and she wore an normal attire for working in an inn.

"Ah, Mikhail, how are you darling?"

The young dragon sat down and nodded "I'm fine Gretchen, just a little bit restless."

Hearing this, the tall woman laughed in a rich manner "My boy," She shook her head, her eye closed, while cleaning a mug "Fight a Nucklavee for the first time, and try to sleep after it, this means restless."

"Hm…..Well I always wanted to fight one, but there are not many of them. The Blemmye last month was quite a fight, I must say."

Again the woman shook her head, but at the same time Gretchen wasn't surprised by Mikhail's declaration to fight one of the most gruesome Grimm on Remnant.

Actually she shivered.

That would be actually a fight between two monsters…..

And she would rather fear, what would happen to the Nucklavee.

'I also still can't believe he fought a Blemmye…' Being a veteran hunter in retirement, not even Gretchen would actually dare to fight one of those beasts.

"What's the matter, Gretchen?"

"Nothing!" She chuckled awkwardly "Here, this one's on me." She filled him a Ginger Ale, since alcohol didn't do anything to him and put it in front of him.

"Thanks!"

'DESTROY!'

*Crack*

Gretchen's eyes widened as she saw Mikhail suddenly grabbing his own arm, which began to spasm uncontrollably. Jerking forth and back, it looked like, it would try to strangle the woman.

"Mikhail!"

"I'm fine." He told her, yet she didn't believe him, seeing as he suddenly became paler.

But at the same time, he noticed that not only Gretchen was on the brink to bring him to Auburn. As Mikhail felt the worried eyes of everyone in the inn, he sighed and stood up.

"I'm fine, guys, I just hadn't had enough sleep, so sit down, please and enjoy…..

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"JUST FUCKING KILL!"

*THUMP*

XXX

"Mikhail, I believe in you."

XXX

Dusk's Shop/Home

"Zero?"

"Nope."

As Mikhail awoke, still groggy and sleep drunken, he saw the face of Auburn over him, smiling as brilliant as ever.

"Auburn?"

"Yup."

"Ah…." He jerked his upper body up, his head heavy and the socket where the Flower was hurting as well "What happened." Mikhail gazed at Auburn, who suddenly frowned at his questions. He was in his own room, given by Auburn to him.

"You had a seizure." Both of them looked at the door, to see Dusk coming in. Unlike Auburn who was still frowning, the vixen had a solemn look on her face.

"Oh…." Now gazing down at his hands, Mikhail understood. His eyes went back to Auburn who tried to avert to look at his face.

Dusk took a stool and sat down next to him "Mikhail, we need to talk."

XXX

A good amount of his body was infested.

When Mikhail heard this information, he literally felt every drop of blood in his face drain away…..

This wasn't good, or rather this was impossible.

While his appearance was similar to a human, his real physiology was that of a dragon.

Until he heard, that he was part human…..enough that the Flower was infesting it, as feast on the nutrients of his body.

He wanted to know everything, Auburn and Dusk knew.

The moment, he heard, that half of his body, couldn't be invaded by the Flower's roots, the dragon sighed in relief.

But unfortunately it didn't end.

The Flower was relentless.

Even though part of his body, warded of the roots and destroyed them, the parasite still tried to assimilate everything it could.

At least in vain for the parasite and something good for him.

Constantly destroying the roots and parts of the Flower, caused by his body defenses, his organism absorbed the parts of the plant, making Mikhail stronger.

But now for the bad part, or rather not entirely bad part.

Since Mikhail was part human, the Flower infested some of his organism.

But there were the questions.

Auburn made tests, which were immediately destroyed, before they became dangerous and uncontrollable.

The Flower reacted extremely aggressive of everything that was living, especially humans.

Test showed that it used every chance and method to attack and assimilate living beings, showing how desperate it was now.

But instead of harvesting and destroying parts of Mikhail's body, it did the contrary.

Instead of infesting and destroying, it infested and reinforced those parts.

It already made a connection with his nervous system and brain stem. Through Mikhail's dragon heritage, the connection was severed and reconnected again and again, causing his seizures and pain.

Controls showed, that this entire severing and reconnection, causes his body to evolve, so that it could handle the stress of destruction and regeneration.

The outcome….

Mikhail constantly evolves through absorptions of Flower parts and its energy, while his organism, destroys and regenerate itself until it can handle this this immense strain, at the same time.

The immortality and regeneration of the Flower and the vitality and evolution ability of his Dragon body were a perfect match…..

These outcomes showed how relentless and spiteful this being was. Rather staying dead, it helps a host, who is a jailer to him, to stay alive and even making sure to be stronger so that it could still live on.

The Flower turned slowly into a symbiont.

It wanted to be alive…being a prisoner is better than being dead….

How do I see the Flower?

It's a parasite being, that uses every chance to fulfill its purpose.

Like the Red-Eye Disease, White Chlorinate Syndrome and even the Logic Virus….

I think it would be rather alive and prisoned for all eternity than dead, using every chance to destroy humanity and all it remnants.

It would even help a host, who couldn't be controlled by it, only to stay alive.

Well, folks, the beginning arc is slowly closing it…just a few chapters….

But I just warning you….it will not end pretty…Or rather it will end in Drakengard style.

Also vote for Mikhail's weapon, since this Arc is soon over.

And PS. Like the Nucklavee, Blemmyes are nightmare fuel as well…..